About perverbiage

Biography

My favorite classes in school were always those where I could express myself creatively. Writing came naturally anyway so when eventually my fantasies became my storylines, an erotica writer was born. As a huge fan of writers like Anaiis Nin and Erica Jong, Judy Blume and Jackie Collins I was heavily influenced to see sex in literary terms and I try to convey sensuality as well lust in my own work.I often imagine my writing as erotic cinema, scenes unfolding as if the reader were watching the action instead of reading it. I hope that lushstories visitors, members, fellow writers and the just curious enjoy my words. And thank you SO much for reading! - Senita de Veaux aka perverbiage

Sometimes he's the champagne, Sometimes he's the glass. What a lovely way to say "He likes it up the ass." Most folks want to be the flower, Few care to be the vase. But, oh! The awesome power In letting both truths be the case. To truly be the victim And the victimizer, too, To find yourself in both roles And know exactly what to do, To be caught in the moment And...

I had been dating Tim almost two years before he felt it was time for me to be introduced to his daughter, Cynthia and I was nervous about meeting my lover's only child. Although Tim had been out for almost ten years, as a hotshot criminal attorney in Vegas, he still wasn't comfortable with being labeled as a "gay lawyer" instead of just being recognized as a brilliant and talented litigator. ...

He sent a messenger with flowers, a box from Neiman Marcus and a note. I tipped the messenger $10 before closing the door and removing my clothes. That had been Rule No.3 or something: all gifts are to be opened in the nude as are all written exchanges and scheduled phone calls. Flowers are to be placed in the vase he had given me on our third date in the nude and the door is to be answered...

This wasn't pathetic at all. It was a strange scene to see: the freshly-showered senior fuck queen Sydney, standing a breath away from the fully-dressed new girl, Jade. Neither one was saying a word yet volumes passed between them and sixteen year-old Jade was clearly authoring most of what was being transmitted. The silence and the shadows meant the girls weren't attracting attention but...

It was getting pathetic. Sydney had crushes on random boys every fifteen minutes but they were like chewing bubble gum: after a while they lost their flavor and her attention. For Sydney crushes didn't mean hooking up, or even necessarily speaking to the temporary target of her affection. For Sydney senior year was as much about romantic notions as it was about the actual pursuit of...

You say you know my pussy is fat - Now what gave you a thought like that? Could it be the way my jeans slide between juicy lips squeezing the seams? Or is it just the pussy in your mind that makes you believe you know about mine? A pussy of fantasies, the cunt of your dreams, visions of chocolate thighs with your head in between. Pink, pretty, pearly, sweet - honey sweet - cream......

The night had been so incredible for the young couple. All the awards and attention had them high on excitement and their own press. It didn't even matter what the media was saying about them; good or bad, they were the hottest twenty-somethings in the world and they knew it. For six hours they smiled and waved and shmoozed and pretended to care about the millions of dollars in chaos...